Written after a trip to the seashore, 4-2023.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars